The train is still moving, the crowd is still surging, and a large number of migrant workers flock to the city, making "Spring Festival travel rush fever" an established word in the new year, and the warm word "going home" full of pitfalls. These people who are eager to go home live on the edge of the city. They are engaged in high-intensity work and live in the most difficult places. They are in sharp contrast with urban civilization, and the development of the city cannot be separated from their strong hands.
In order to save 10 yuan every month, they used coal stoves to boil water for cooking, and three lives were lost because of the poison of gas, while almost all migrant workers in Gao Qiao Garden in Xiuzhou District used coal stoves. They calculate the economic account like this: a coal cake can burn three pots of boiling water, but a coal cake is less than 30 cents. If electricity is used, three pots of water need at least one degree of electricity, which is more than fifty cents.
In this way, it is still cost-effective to use a coal stove. "It is not easy to work outside to make money. Who lives carelessly! " Migrant workers said frankly.
How cheap their lives are! Spring Festival travel rush is ahead of schedule again this year. No matter how strong the wind is, no matter how cold the day is, the heart of going home is unstoppable. Migrant workers tighten their bodies and stay in the open-air ticket queue for ten or twenty hours.
In order to buy a train ticket home, I have no regrets even if I stand for one day and one night. The reason is very simple, that is, to go home, because there are left-behind elderly people and left-behind children who miss you day and night. They can also be described as dreaming when they enter the city. The consciousness of dreaming is so confused and ignorant.
Labor, industry and commerce, public security and other departments go to the countryside to investigate and deal with illegal child labor every year. Those immature faces will definitely say, "I 18 years old." But their bodies can't reach those flat knitting machines that shake sweaters; Clean up the "three-in-one" workshop every year (production, eating and sleeping together), but fire and other safety accidents still occur from time to time; Every year, there are reports of migrant workers being injured or killed at work; Every year, the labor disputes of migrant workers should be resolved.
They always seem to be on the verge of danger.
Their way home is uneven, too. They queue up to buy tickets, struggle to get on the bus, and are crowded on the road, but they look happy when they go home. I have fallen in love with China's classical literature since I came home.
It is dignified and mellow, contains the accumulation of history and culture, and embodies the soul of literati. Suitable for savoring in the dead of night.
Riding the wind of a thousand-year-old country, let the canoe of thinking row to the depths of the years, cross the threshold of history, find and move. I often linger in the world of Tang poetry and Song poetry.
Crazy songs are the lofty aspirations, the battlefield of Jinge Iron Horse, the unrestrained shooting of Sirius, and the death of Yulong. Sighing for three times is misty tears, people's incomprehensible feelings finer than flowers, melancholy sighs at the end of the curtain, and sadness from sorrow. I am often immersed in the sad artistic conception of "A Dream of Red Mansions" that "the soul of spring is nowhere to be found, and there is a xiaoxiangzi in the afternoon".
I deeply love that sister Lin, the woman who is "as bright as a flower when she is still, as weak as a willow when she is moving". Although she lived in the suffocating feudal era, she still persistently pursued the true freedom of love.
The most unforgettable thing is "burying incense, flying swallows crying red." Daiyu's flower burial is a kind of performance art, which expresses the praise and burial of a better life, that is, warm and desperate, beautiful and desolate.
With superb skills, Cao Xueqin described the "lonely forest of fairies on earth" and created the peak of classical literature. Classicism is so great, so profound and so fascinating.
It is the cultural home of each of us in China! But when I walked into the bookstore on the street, I felt very lost: campus novels and online literature are everywhere. Who are those with English and grotesque online symbols? They are popular on the best-selling bookshelves, while classical works are curled up in the corner where no one cares. It is true that the internet is the medium of emerging literature, but what about our roots, our homes, our own characteristics and birthmarks? I can't help but pass through waves of confusion and sadness in my heart.
I feel a little happier recently, because people are paying attention to classical literature again. Yu Dan's "experience" and Yi Zhongtian's "tasting the Three Kingdoms" ... People have already thought a little more about "returning to the original". Finally, I remembered a writer's words: "Classical literature, after turning around, went home again." [perfect composition] 3 A candidate who went back to his hometown in Shandong still remembers that twenty years ago, he had a handful of paper money, two rough hands, two gaunt faces and a heart yearning for the outside world, so he chose the window and decided not to wander in the mountains ... Yes, he left.
In fact, with his skill, he is fully capable of carving out his own life path in the mountains. Cutting down mountains and planting trees can make him successful; The exotic flowers and fruits all over the mountains are enough to make him rich.
But in his eyes, this place is barren, because his dream is not here, but outside the mountain. Out of the mountain, he found the world he dreamed of flying and was fascinated by the splendor and feasting outside. He thinks so. He can open up his own world here.
More than ten years slipped through his fingers in the blink of an eye, and he became a real boss through his constant efforts. Wearing a BMW costume, sitting in a BMW car, accompanied by several secretaries who are good at reading and listening, galloping on the big and wide asphalt road, radiant.
However, gradually, gradually, he began to be confused and at a loss by the colorful neon lights flashing alternately. His heart began to feel strangely empty.
He is dizzy and a little tired of city life. Huh? Oh, there are dense trees in the mountains, fish swimming freely in the water, and beautiful and colorful blooming flowers in the green grass.
Those pictures that I never cared about floated up one by one in my tired heart of intrigue, and even brushed away some dust in my heart. He remembers that when he left, his parents' gaunt faces, his hands worn out by life, and his parents' exhortations before he left: "No.
2. Write a composition on the topic of "the way home". In the last semester of the third grade, she left school without hesitation, bid farewell to her parents and embarked on a journey of working.
Although she got good grades and loved studying, the high tuition fees stopped her, and with her weak father, she had to embark on this road.
She sat by the window of the train, staring blankly into the distance, as if expecting something.
Instead of telling her parents that she was going to a foreign country, she left a note telling her parents that she was going to a distant place to find her dream. She looked at her watch and was about to leave, but the person she was expecting was not there.
Into her eyes. She gave up waiting and looked away from the window. "Daughter, wait."
Hearing the familiar crying, she quickly put her head out again and saw her mother's tearful face and her father's anxious expression.
"Daughter, get off and go home with my mother. Your father and I will find a way to pay the tuition. " Mother pleaded.
"No, I want to earn my own money to support this family." The daughter's tone is surprisingly firm.
"Good boy, go back with mom. You are still young. how much money do you earn? Come home and study with me. "
"No, mom, I don't want to be a burden to you. I will take the money I saved to buy medicine for my father. "
"Go home, the outside world is too dangerous, or go home and study. Dad is in good health and can continue to work. You see, your second brother also said that he would go out to work to support his family, and he ended up in prison. If anything happens to you, how can we live? " The father spoke calmly, but gave his daughter an irresistible shock.
"Dad, stop it."
"Son, let's go home. It's raining hard outside. How can you stand it? It is warmer at home. "
Mom and dad, I was wrong. Let's go home. Then the girl lifted the box and got out of the car.
The outside world is wonderful, but how can we bear those strong winds and heavy rains?
It's better to stay at home, after all, my family has always cared about us.
Listen to the way home and write a 600-word composition. Has anyone asked you how far it is to go home? I still remember that it was the summer of six years ago, and you were on the same road as us.
We study in the same classroom, eat in the same canteen and play in the same shade. I still remember when you first came, you always had a naive and ignorant smile on your face. This smile is the sweetest and warmest smile I have ever seen.
Your big eyes shine like brown gems, which is your greatest feature. I don't know how much laughter and encouragement your playful eyes have brought to your classmates. These eyes are the most beautiful and naive eyes I have ever seen. After graduation, when it's your birthday, students will always send some small birthday gifts. At that time, you brought two boxes of beautiful mechanical pencil to everyone.
When you gave it to me, you secretly put an extra pencil in my hand and whispered in my ear, "This pen is redundant. It looks good. Just for good friends! " "That pencil is the best and most precious one I have ever seen. What I can't forget most is your birthday party in grade three.
A bunch of girls come to your house to spend your birthday with you. Your mother cooked a good dish. We talked while eating and made fun of your brother. That kind of happiness, rare and full of happiness.
After dinner, we went to the fitness equipment downstairs to play, running around, sweating, and then lying on the grass watching the stars. When I was a child, there were many twinkling stars hanging in the starry sky, and everyone talked about them with great interest.
I don't know who offered to open the gift, but we ran back to your house panting and started to open the gift. I can't remember what I sent at that time, except that your "thank you" is the truest and most touching "thank you" I have ever heard. Now that I think about it, not only is a warm current coming to my mind.
That night, I slept soundly. In my sweet dream, my good friends are playing together again, in high spirits ... and it's midsummer again. Originally, everyone should work together to cheer for the exam and walk through the first day of junior high school. However, maybe God played a trick on us and didn't want us to spend our holidays happily, so we were separated.
You left quietly and didn't take anything with you ... After crying for a while, I finally understood that we should not continue to be sad. You must hope that we will work harder. In the future, on the road without you, we will be stronger and strive to complete your unfinished dreams and ambitions.
Minghong, the way home is not far at all. Have a good trip and wish you happiness.
4. How far is it to go home? How should I write it? After receiving the report card, our whole family was busy, cleaning up the house, changing the car, loading the car, and leaving for home on the evening of February 20 12, 2005!
This time we chose to drive back to our hometown, but dad's departure time was set at twelve o'clock in the evening. I'm a little worried that I can't get up. Another thing to say is "new year's goods". Fortunately, dad bought a seven-seater car this time, but
But "Spring Festival travel rush" still has only three seats (including the driver's seat), but only three of us. Seeing that the clock points to "5" bit by bit (afternoon), it's time to eat, and the hour hand points quietly again.
"6", sleep! A little early, but for midnight. Looking at the minutes on the phone, I still can't sleep. Finally, my father came in, brushed the lamp and said, "Come, get up, me."
Can't sleep, leave early! "In this way, we hit the road in a daze.
We got on the expressway from Yuhang and walked for almost an hour. There are fewer and fewer cars on the road. As time went on, there was only one car left on the road, alone. I got bored gradually, and took out a box on the ear from my bag.
Look at the downloaded Legend of Wu Dalang. Oh, no, it's The Legend of Wu Mei Niang. I just saw Fan Bingbing (Wu Meiniang) eloping with Jerry Lee (Li Mu), but the grandmother emperor (Emperor Taizong) disagreed. Then, it's gone. stopblock
It turned out that dad was lost. He seems to have come to a strange place, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to move on!
At this time, it's almost eleven o'clock in the middle of the night. There are no street lights on the expressway, so dark, there are no other vehicles, and there are still big trees around. I can only move on with the lights on, but my imagination is very rich. Maybe it's "chainsaw fright"
After watching many horror movies like Soul, I always feel that something will suddenly jump out when the car is moving on, but God still cares for us, and we are on the right track, because we arrived in Jingdezhen, Jiangxi.
Service station (Jingdezhen is the only way for us to return to our hometown)! Let's have a rest here and move on!
"Twenty-three minutes 59 minutes 59 seconds, 60 seconds! Zero zero! " This may be my first time.
In the era of mobile phones, I saw a leap from yesterday to today. Up to now, I am still full of energy, while my sister sleeps like a dead pig. At one o'clock in the morning, my father stopped at a service station and took a nap. I'm still watching me.
"Wu Dalang baked wheat cake", oh no, wrong again, forget it, it's almost the same anyway, so I decided happily. At half past two in the morning, my father woke up. We ate a bowl of instant noodles in the service area and set foot on the way home!
At three o'clock in the morning, we crossed the Poyang Lake Bridge and came to Jiujiang City. In the downtown area, the feeling of desolation is even more. It was foggy at that time, and the fog was particularly low. We turn on the headlights, which are very wide.
Walking slowly on the main road, layers of fog came at us, and my imagination broke out again. On this dark night, there is only one car driving on the wide road, and the other floor reveals fear.
A white mist with a horrible smell is coming to you. Slowly, slowly, a female ghost jumped up ... now I understand why dad said that few people dare to drive at night. After that, I don't know whether I fainted or fell asleep, and when.
I had slept for three or four hours when I woke up. At this time, the car was driving on the "red" plank road in the red base area of Dabie Mountain, which means that it has reached the territory of Qichun County, Hubei Province, my hometown. Cross this road and you will find me.
Go home! Although I didn't watch the sunrise, it was a pleasure to return to my long-awaited home!
5. How to write at least 500 words on the way home?
The setting sun gradually faded away from its only glory. I walked home alone with my bag on my back. I don't know how many times I walked this familiar road, but my heart always felt sore at this time.
I walked aimlessly. On the quiet road, I only heard the laughter and laughter of the children in the distance. I don't have time for these things, but I feel empty in my heart. Looking at the distance, it's a long way home, and suddenly I find myself so far away from home. After leaving for so long, I feel a little strange on my way home now, which reminds me of many unforgettable memories.
On the way home, I can't count how many sweet and warm memories I have. But I always remember clearly that when I was a child, I leaned on my father's generous back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat and listening to my songs floating in the wind. Occasionally, I will stare round eyes and ask my father, "Are you tired?" Father smiled and said, "No, you are very light." So I fell asleep in a daze, but I didn't know that I had slept on his shoulder for five years, five years of rain or shine, five years of happiness and five years of carefree.
6. On the way home, when the crisp autumn wind blew the sky high, when the green leaves on the branches turned orange, when we looked up and saw the last Nanfeiyan, I was carrying a heavy schoolbag on my way home. The way home is the same, but my heart has changed. Before, I still remember a happy scene at school when I came home from school. Now, I am planning how to review my lessons at home. This road is wrong. But-my heart changed ... Suddenly, a dirty little hand interrupted my reverie. Turned out to be a little beggar. He was in rags, and his outstretched little hand seemed to be shaking. I felt in my pocket and handed him the only one yuan left in my pocket. I saw him smile, it was a heartfelt smile. He ran to the opposite alley with the money and accidentally fell down. I looked at his back doubtfully. What does this strong figure seem to mean? It was not until his figure disappeared in front of my eyes that I turned and walked home. At this moment, I am walking on a path covered with autumn leaves, and there is a soft and slight sound at my feet, and a ray of sadness can't help but rise to my heart. At this time, I remembered the figure of the little beggar in rags again. I no longer think beggars are insignificant, at least they can live well, and those who give up on themselves when they encounter setbacks can be better than beggars. At this moment, a leaf fell gently on my shoulder, and I watched it fall quietly. Is that helpless? Don't! That is persistence! In fact, every leaf has its own wish, that is-flying! Although the distance they fly is only the distance between the tree and the ground, they fly for their dreams. Isn't this perseverance? At this moment, I seem to see that fallen flowers are not heartless things, but turn into spring mud to better protect them. When the last leaf falls in autumn, I can't bear to reach for it. He told me, "I want to fly." I was a little reluctant, but I finally put it down. I saw it! I saw it! It's laughing! It's laughing! It is like a beautiful butterfly dancing in the wind. At this time, I had to leave. When I set foot on the first flight of stairs, a red light shone all over my body. It was the sunset and the call of a new life. At this time, my heart changed again.
7. Write a 500-word narrative on the way home. On the way home, the sunset gradually faded away from its only glory. I walked home alone with my bag on my back. I don't know how many times I walked this familiar road, but my heart always felt sore at this time.
I walked aimlessly. On the quiet road, I only heard the laughter and laughter of the children in the distance. I don't have time for these things, but I feel empty in my heart. Looking at the distance, it's a long way home, and suddenly I find myself so far away from home.
After leaving for so long, I feel a little strange on my way home now, which reminds me of many unforgettable memories. On the way home, I can't count how many sweet and warm memories I have.
But I always remember clearly that when I was a child, I leaned on my father's generous back, listening to his rhythmic heartbeat and listening to my songs floating in the wind. Occasionally, I will stare round eyes and ask my father, "Are you tired?" Father smiled and said, "No, you are very light."
So I fell asleep in a daze, but I didn't know that I had slept on his shoulder for five years, five years of rain or shine, five years of happiness and five years of carefree.
8. Listen to The Way Home and write a 600-word composition. Has anyone asked you how far it is to go home?
I still remember that it was the summer of six years ago, and you were on the same road as us. We study in the same classroom, eat in the same canteen and play in the same shade.
I still remember when you first came, you always had a naive and ignorant smile on your face. This smile is the sweetest and warmest smile I have ever seen.
Your big eyes shine like brown gems, which is your greatest feature. I don't know how much laughter and encouragement your playful eyes have brought to your classmates. These eyes are the most beautiful and naive eyes I have ever seen.
After graduation, when it's your birthday, students will always send some small birthday gifts. At that time, you brought two boxes of beautiful mechanical pencil to everyone. When you gave it to me, you secretly put an extra pencil in my hand and whispered in my ear, "This pen is redundant. It looks good. Just for good friends! " "That pencil is the best and most precious one I have ever seen.
What I can't forget most is your birthday party in grade three. A bunch of girls come to your house to spend your birthday with you. Your mother cooked a good dish. We talked while eating and made fun of your brother. That kind of happiness, rare and full of happiness. After dinner, we went to the fitness equipment downstairs to play, running around, sweating, and then lying on the grass watching the stars. When I was a child, there were many twinkling stars hanging in the starry sky, and everyone talked about them with great interest. I don't know who offered to open the gift, but we ran back to your house panting and started to open the gift. I can't remember what I sent at that time, except that your "thank you" is the truest and most touching "thank you" I have ever heard. Now that I think about it, not only is a warm current coming to my mind. That night, I slept soundly. In my sweet dream, my good friends played together again and were very happy. ...
It's midsummer again Originally, everyone had to work hard together, refuel the exam and walk through the first day of junior high school. However, maybe God played a trick on us and didn't want us to spend our holidays happily, so we were separated. You left quietly without taking anything with you. ...
After crying for a while, I finally understand that we should not continue to be sad. You in the spirit of heaven must hope that we will work harder. In the future, on the road without you, we will be stronger and strive to complete your unfinished dreams and ambitions.
Minghong, the way home is not far at all. Have a good trip and wish you happiness.